A Jadavpurian
With a beedi in one hand
While Maxim Gorky's Mother in another,
Flanked by a belle
Going together with.
Oh, life could be a love song,
Song, dance and romance,
Under the skies,
None there to obstruct,
You keep talking late into the night
With the beloved
And smoking a beedi,
Lying flat on the ground
And the beloved by your side.
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